I can extract so little from last night, but I know that my dreams were packed. All I can remember is a little girl, perhaps one or two years old. She was black and her mother or Aunt was holding her. She was so cute and I kissed her forehead over and over. We were in a bit of a dilapidated place. It was night time. There were different color lights lighting the rooms…pink, yellow, green, orange. The curtains were drawn. The rugs were old. The bedroom had only a mattress on the floor with only a little, disheveled bedding…it had the look of a place that was being moved out of…just random things left behind.